Spirits of the Bog
Beneath the twilight’s reddened glow
where silvered waters softly flow,
the maples flame against the reeds
and bullfrogs leap and hide in weeds.
Beneath the twilight’s reddened glow
where silvered waters softly flow,
the maples flame against the reeds
and bullfrogs leap and hide in weeds.
Here is the closed blue eyelid of time you touch to make sure, to see. Through a flat window of …
I grew beneath the shadows where light was hard to find lay there amongst the darkness abandoned, left behind. I …
“I must go in, for the fog is rising,” breathed out that pen we love so well, as she upon …
So, here I stand amid the briny surge That jostles surf upon the shore, Review another breaker’s jade converge With …
outside the port-a-johnleaning on the livestock penstrapped between twin stenchesI hold your purse like a used tissue “don’t go anywhere!”so I …
Ignore it and it reminds massage it it gets irritated Scratch it it looks for more Do all together and …
There are those who live like dark corner dwellers, night sky sojourners watching the others, wishing to join them knowing …